Sunday mornings are meant for spooning. Even the cracker lets his girl smooch him.
Mr. Wild Dingo had been traveling last week leaving the Husky to feel, well, a little bummed out. You see our nightly routine starts when I prepare their dinner, then I prepare our dinner while Juno sits on the far end of the kitchen fascinated with the food smells. The routine follows up with the [...]
“It’s a shame that Mother Nature did not provide humans with the superior dirt-repelling qualities enjoyed by all Siberians.” As usual, Juno has a point. It’s quite amazing—shocking if you will—how clean she stays for the amount of dirt she gets her furry self into. Siberians may be long furred but they stay unusually clean [...]
It’s been raining torrential downpour for two days now. We braved a walk yesterday and came home soaked to the bones. Loki begged several times to turn around, while Juno lobbied for a long walk. She’s happy outside, no matter the weather. Loki is much more affected by it and isn’t happy inside or out. [...]
“Our neighbors are pigs,” said Mr. Wild Dingo. Now, we’ve lived in Santa Cruz mountains for many years and have had our fair share of neighbors with questionable habits such as decorating their garden with Budweiser cans or solving their leaking roofs with a blue tarp, every winter, year after year. As attractive as those blue [...]